Momma: Please don't scratch my floor with that.
Izzy: But I'm old.......
Driving home after picking Isabel up from daycare on Monday:
Izzy: Momma, I want a baby sister to come out of your belly
Momma: Out of my belly? But how is it going to get there?
Izzy: It already is in there!
Momma: Oh, really?
Izzy: Yeah! She'll come out in (after??) a long time.,,,,she'll come out on Thursday.
Isabel with the baby carrier that her "baby sister" is going to sit in. For now, her stuffed dog will have to do.
Isabel will be a flower girl for a friend's wedding soon and I was introducing the concept of her walking down the aisle all by herself
Izzy: I'll be walking down all by myself, Momma?
Momma: Yes, but I'll be waiting on the other end for you
Izzy: It is for a wedding? Is it my wedding?
Momma: No, it's not your wedding
Izzy: When will it be my wedding?
Momma: when you're a big girl and find someone to marry
Izzy: I have to find someone to marry? I can't marry you, Momma?
Momma: No, you can't
Izzy: I don't want to marry Prince Charming
Momma: no? Then who do you want to marry? A frog *snicker*? A DRAGON??
Izzy: No! Not a dragon! I want to marry.....a kangaroo. One that doesn't talk. I only want it to hop.
A few days later, as she was getting dressed for daycare in her room, I hear her yell out to me:
Momma, when I am going to marry the baby kangaroo? That joey...thing...?